Supernatural: If I could have just a taste of you (Jensen/Colin Ford AU) 14/?
Summary, disclaimer etc in chapter 1.
Kink: UNDERAGE (Colin is 15 in this fic)
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A/N: This is the chapter that some of you have been waiting for, 90% porn with a sprinkle of plot! ;)
I hope you enjoy it!
[Read more]Chapter 14
Jensen is sure, absolutely sure that he wants to do all kinds of dirty, filthy things to Colin. He thinks now that he was subconsciously sure all those months ago when he was jerking off to fantasies of the teen, though he doesn’t have the same feelings of guilt or shame any more. He maybe should, but he doesn’t. He’s spent the past six weeks trying to tell himself that it’s just a crush and he’ll get over it...eventually. He rationalised that he was being reckless by jumping into a new relationship so soon after splitting up with Jared, then his brain reminded him that he’d also told Colin that he needed time to get his head around it, so was it really all that reckless? There were days he told himself that there was the probability of Carol castrating him, and calling the cops…both very valid reasons to stay away from Colin, for everyone’s sake.
Drunk and sober these arguments swam through Jensen’s head, day after day, but ultimately they were all outweighed by memories of time he’d spent with Colin. He’d realised straight away after meeting him that they get on well all that time in the bar. They have similar interests, Colin is smart and funny, as well as gorgeous. There was that toe curling blowjob which Jensen kept dreaming of, but most of all, he kept coming back to how it felt just to hold Colin in his arms in the hospital. Jensen was confused and a little scared when he’d woken up there, but Colin being there had made him much calmer with his presence. The bottom line is that he’s realised that he needs Colin, and now he’s accepted that fact there’s no going back for him.
Jensen realises that Colin’s saying his name, looking a little worried, “I asked if you were OK, you kinda spaced out there for a while.”
“Sorry,” he says, stroking Colin’s cheek with his thumb, “I was just thinking how awful the last few weeks have been,” he looks straight into those soulful blue eyes, “I can’t go through that again.”
Colin smiles and pulls Jensen towards him, kissing him slow and deep. It fills Jensen with a heat he usually associates with fast, dirty kisses filled with promises of much more and knows he’s not going to last long; so he’s going to make this about Colin as much as possible. His dick throbs as he tilts his hips and presses his body closer to the teen’s lithe form. He reaches around and palms one of Colin’s ass cheeks, it fits perfectly in his hand and he squeezes and kneads it as he pulls them closer still. He can feel Colin’s cock burning hot against his and rolls his hips gently to give them both a little more friction. He swirls his tongue around Colin’s own and runs his other hand from the base of the teen’s skull, down his neck, collarbone and further, down to his nipple. He’s not forgotten how Colin reacted to having his nipples played with when they were together in the bar, and now he has the chance to see just how much pleasure he can bring the teen.
He takes Colin’s pebbled nub between thumb and forefinger, very gently squeezing and teasing. Colin groans into his mouth and Jensen swallows it down before pulling back and peppering kisses down the same path his fingers took only moments ago. He bends down and licks over Colin’s other nipple, swirling his tongue around it until it peaks before sucking on it. The moans coming from Colin’s mouth are addictive and Jensen has trouble tearing himself away to look at his face, but he needs to see. A sense of pride runs through him as he sees Colin’s head tipped back in pleasure, his cheeks are flushed and he’s biting his bottom lip. “Don’t keep quiet, I want to hear you.”
Colin opens his mouth to speak but Jensen cuts him off with a kiss, relishing the heat coming off the teen’s lips, their smooth, swollen texture. Colin’s hands scrabble at Jensen’s shoulders and back, pushing him away slightly. He angles his hips back and away from Jensen, opening his eyes slowly to focus on the man, “I need to touch you,” he says, his breathy voice barely audible over the pounding water from the shower.
Jensen shakes his head, “Not yet,” he returns to Colin’s nipples, mouth alternating between them as he brings his hands up to the boy’s waist, slipping one around his burning shaft. Colin cries out and he’s trembling in Jensen’s arms now…it’s perfect, and Jensen needs more. He re-arranges his grip on Colin’s cock, holding it loosely, applying only a light pressure as he slides his hand up and down from base to tip. Colin grips his shoulders tighter, nails digging into flesh, but the older man couldn’t give a shit right now. Gradually he tightens his grip on Colin’s dick, feeling the slick pre-come leaking out as he gently thumbs over the head, loving the whimper Colin lets out as he does. He gives both nipples a hard suck and nips slightly before pulling back to admire his handiwork. Both are red, swollen and sensitive. He can’t resist brushing a thumb over one, his own cock throbbing at the moan that slips from Colin’s lips.
Reluctantly he takes a step back, putting some more room between their bodies. Jensen can feel the sweat pooling in the hollow of his neck and on his back, tickling his sensitive skin as it rolls down and gets washed away by the shower spray. He reaches up and angles the shower towards the wall and immediately he can better hear Colin’s moans. It’s not enough, he wants more, wants to hear Colin come apart, he needs to hear the sounds he makes when he comes. Jensen was too close to his own orgasm to hear Colin in the bar, so he has to make up for that now.
Colin’s arms tighten around his neck and pull him into another hot, wet and messy kiss. He loosens his grip with one arm and trails a hand down Jensen’s chest, tugging on a nipple and making him moan. Colin pulls away with a loud smack and raises and eyebrow at Jensen, a sly smile on his face, “Not just me then?”
Jensen is about to answer but any words he was about to form turn into a choked moan as Colin’s fingers wrap around his aching, neglected cock. He drops his head forward onto Colin’s collar bone and looks down at their hands. They fall into a matching rhythm and the sight of Colin’s purpling, leaking cock poking through his fist is almost too much. He stills the teen’s hand on his own cock, with great difficulty. He wants to come, no doubt about it, but not until he’s taken Colin apart.
His lover lets out a disappointed sound which quickly turns to a whimper as Jensen drops to his knees and sucks the head of Colin’s cock into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around, collecting the taste of him before his lowers his head, taking half of him in. He hears a faint, “Oh shit, Jensen!” from above but can’t bring himself to look up. Right now, his only goal in life is to make Colin come. He tightens his lips around the shaft and sinks down further, wrapping one hand around the remainder of the teen’s long length, then reaching and cupping and gently squeezing swollen, heavy balls with the other. Colin’s hips buck, pushing his cock further into Jensen’s mouth. It glides over his tongue, the heat and the heavy weight of it making Jensen’s own dick throb more. He wants to stroke himself but he doesn’t have a free hand and refuses to give up on his mission.
Above him, Colin is pushing on his shoulder, “Jen…so close,” he pants, a pained look on his face. Jensen wants to finish him with his mouth but he needs to see as well as hear Colin come. He pulls his mouth off and wraps his hand around Colin again, the skin so hot against his palm he wonders how Colin can stand the heat. He leans in and presses kisses to Colin’s hip before nipping lightly, as he increases the pace of his hand. Colin is working his hips frantically now, pushing into Jensen’s grip. Grunts and moans are falling from his lips and they both know he won’t last much longer, “Let me touch you, please, Jen, please, before it’s too late,” Jensen can hear the strain in Colin’s voices, knows he’s holding back despite how close he is. Pre-come dribbles over his fingers, warm and slippery, and Jensen can feel his own cock throb again in response, the same wet feeling dribbling down his shaft and balls.
Colin sounds pained now, “Jen, please,” a delicious gasp interrupts him, “please, please, please!” he begs, and Jensen has to let go of Colin’s balls and grab the base of his dick, squeezing hard to stop himself from coming at the sound of it.
“God, Colin, you beg so pretty” Jensen pants, squeezing himself so tight it almost hurts, “gonna make you do that more…lots more, but I need you to come for me now, OK?”
The teen shakes his head, letting out a whimper, “Wanna…touch,” his cock swells in Jensen’s hand, jerking violently, “Nngh, Jen,” he shouts, his face scrunched tight before going slack as ropes of come burst out violently, hitting Jensen in the chest and dripping down onto his stomach. He carefully lets go of Colin and watches as he sinks to his ass, his shaky legs no longer able to hold him up. He’s gasping for breath, his face, neck and chest bright red and covered in sweat. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at Jensen. He looks punch drunk, a huge dopey grin on his face and it’s one of the most simultaneously beautiful, and arousing sights Jensen’s ever seen.
He has a new mission now, he needs to come, before his dick falls off. It’s so hard it hurts, and now, with a floppy, pliant and happy Colin in front of him, with the teen’s come running down his body, Jensen feels the urge to mark Colin as his in return. He straddles the teen, pulling his head up for a kiss that’s more tongue than lips, but the heat coming from Colin’s mouth is addictive. Jensen can’t get enough of it, or the flavour of the boy. Each swipe of the wet muscle sends Jensen’s body temperature up a notch, and he blindly reaches out for Colin’s hand, wrapping it around his aching cock. He covers Colin’s hand with his own, linking their fingers and pumping harder and faster than he has in a long, long time. Colin squeezes, rhythmically at he pulls, causing Jensen’s hips to jerk forward. He tears himself away from Colin’s mouth and works their hands even faster, grunting, pumping his hips, desperately chasing what’s going to be a mindblowing orgasm.
Colin’s raspy, breathu voice is what tips him over the edge, “Come for me, Jen, come all over me, make me yours,” which is exactly what Jensen does. Blood is pounding in his ears, his chest tight from the exertion and not being able to draw in enough breath, yet all at once, he screams in both pleasure and pain as he comes so hard his balls ache. Through half closed eyes he watches as the first pulse of his come splatters over Colin’s stomach. With the little energy he has left, he angles his hips so that the rest hit Colin’s nipples, the heat and force of it causing the teen to gasp and moan.
His legs are jelly and he just manages to move to the side before he collapses next to Colin on the floor. As he tries to get his breathing under control, Jensen feels Colin’s hot, sweaty hand slide over his. He turns his palm over so that they can link their fingers properly, and squeezes. Colin rests his head on Jensen’s shoulder, his hot breath making his sweaty skin tingle. They stay like that until eventually Colin stands up, not releasing his grip on Jensen’s hand, and looks at him sadly, “I wish I could stay,” he rests his forehead against Jensen’s and the older man wraps his arm around him, pulling Colin’s slim frame closer, running his fingers through the hair at the base of his scalp.
“Me too” Jensen whispers.
§
Chris arrives back at his apartment and opens and shuts the door loudly, announcing his presence. He’s relieved to see that Jensen and Colin are both clothed - he’s under no illusion that they’d be able to keep their hands off each other for long, he just didn’t want to walk in on them doing anything that might scar him for life.
Colin gives him a resigned look, “Time to go?”
Chris looks at Jensen, who’s holding on to Colin’s hand for dear life, and hates that he’s the one to separate them, but it has to be done, “’fraid so. I’ll wait in the truck, but we gotta hurry. Robbie will be on break in twenty minutes and we need to get you inside while he goes out for a smoke.”
He sees Jensen frown, “Who’s Robbie?” he asks, looking between Chris and Colin.
“New guy mom hired,” Colin shrugs, “…and Chris’ spy by the sound of it.”
Chris shrugs, “He spends more time gossiping than tending bar from what I hear, I just happened to let him think I have a crush on your mom and wanted to know when she’d be working, tonight.”
“Eww, gross!” Colin says, pulling a face, “I don’t need to hear that!”
Jensen chuckles, then smiles as he brushes hair back from Colin’s face. Colin tilts his head to give him better access, and Chris thinks if the boy was a cat, he’d be purring loudly. Chris flicks his eyes back to Jensen, the smile reaches all the way to his eyes, crinkling them at the corners. It’s a long time since he’s seen his friend like that. It makes his heart ache that he doesn’t know when Jensen will see Colin again. He knows one thing, though…despite his reservations and his discomfort at such a significant age difference, he’s now fairly sure that the two of them can make it work, somehow.
§
Colin waits in Chris’ truck until the coast is clear. He sees Robbie disappear around the back of the building with a cigarette in his mouth and makes a dash for the side door, the private entrance to their apartment. His heart thumps in his chest from fear at getting caught, and also the thrill of having been able to see Jensen. He listens carefully as he walks up the stairs - Carol’s car wasn’t out front, but he still feels nervous, like somehow she might be home and catch him sneaking in. He doesn’t hear anything, and finds the apartment blessedly empty.
He throws his bag into the corner of the room and flops face down onto his bed. He’s so tired, but in a good way. He still feels a slight floating sensation from the sex they had, and feels the nervous tension of not seeing Jensen for all those weeks, draining out of him.
He lazily runs scenarios through his head of how he can get through to his mom see that despite what she thinks at the moment, Jensen is in no way manipulating him. He’ll make her see that although it’s an unorthodox relationship, it doesn’t make it any less valid than if they were the same age. He feels himself falling asleep with the words on his tongue and hope he can remember them when he wakes.
§
The Saturday evening crowd is starting to pour into Ford’s and Carol’s expecting it to be a busy one. She’s had two staff call in sick so it just leaves her and the new guy, Robbie, to work the bar. He’s gorgeous and a huge draw for the customers, but he’s only been there a couple of weeks and still learning the ropes. She’s going to have her work cut out, that’s for sure. He’s broken seven glasses so far today and managed to spill a full jug of beer over a customer. She didn’t think her day could get worse until she looks up and sees Chris walking towards her with a determined look.
“Shit, this is all I need!” she mumbles under her breath.
“Can we talk?”
She gestures with her arms to the bar which is getting busier, “This isn’t the best time, Chris,” she says with sarcasm in her voice.
Chris shakes his head, “I know, but it’s important and beneficial for us both.”
She sighs and nods towards the door leading through to the office, “Talk quick,” she says as soon as they’re both in the small room.
“How’s Colin doing?” Chris asks, which takes her by surprise a little.
“He’s…terrible,” she says, truthfully, “why?”
§
Colin thinks he must be imagining things when his mom calls him downstairs and he sees Chris standing there with her, then he immediately goes into panic mode, “Is Jensen alright?” he asks with an uneven voice, racing down the stairs. Chris’ face is grim and it does nothing to calm his fears.
“He’s been better,” Chris says, glancing at Carol from the corner of his eye, “Your mom and I have talked and she’s agreed to let you see him for a couple of hours after school next week.”
Colin feels his eyes bulge as he looks at his mom, his heart pounding, “W-w-what?” he stutters, “is this a joke, because…”
Carol’s face is pinched as she replies, “It’s not a joke, two hours,” she air jabs a finger at him, “here, in public, where I can keep an eye on you. That’s non-negotiable. I’m not happy about it but…” she has tears in her eyes and Colin’s chest tightens, “I can’t stand seeing you like this,” she steps up to him and looks him straight in the eye, “if he hurts you in any way, I will make sure he suffers, am I making myself understood?”
Colin is taken aback at the conviction in her voice, and he has no doubt whatsoever that she means every word about making Jensen suffer. He doesn’t dare think about what that could entail, but all he can think about right now is that he’s going to see Jensen, and that’s all that matters.
He follows them both out of the bar and catches Chris by the arm, “What? How?” he says, unable to think of anything more coherent.
Chris looks at him for a long time before speaking, “The last few days, I thought Jen would be better since he saw you but he’s…” he rubs a hand over his stubble, possibly searching for the right words, “it’s like you’re a drug and now he’s had a fix, he’s addicted. He’s on edge, even grumpier than before and, hell, I don’t know, just a total pain in the ass!”
Colin frowns, he’s been experiencing weird moods himself. He’s missing Jensen even more now, two hours wasn’t enough time, so he can understand why his lover would be feeling the same. Colin’s also been on a high from their time together, which he’s obviously had to hide from everyone, especially his mom. He’s been acting more love sick than strictly necessary so that she doesn’t suspect anything and now he feels a little guilty that he pulled it off well enough to make Carol relent.
“I can’t get involved any more, though, you get that, right?” Chris says, earnestly.
Colin nods, “Thanks, man, I really appreciate what you’ve done,” he looks around making sure his mom is occupied, “could you tell him I miss him, and he needs to stop being a pain in your ass?”
Chris laughs, “I can tell him but that boy has been a pain in my ass since the day I met him!”
Colin’s mouth runs away with him, “Well hopefully one day soon, he’ll be a pain in my ass!” At Chris’ shocked look, he freezes as he realises what he’s said, then breaks into a fit of giggles. They sounds bubble up from the middle of his chest and shake his whole body. Chris is looking at him like he just grew a second head, and takes a few steps back.
“Please don’t say anything like that again, there’s not enough whiskey in the world to wipe that image from my mind!”
“Sorry,” Colin says when he’s caught his breath, the ache in his stomach a welcome feeling, somehow. Chris raises an eyebrow in a ‘Yeah, right!’ gesture, and Colin just grins at him.
After Chris leaves, Colin watches his mom for a couple of minutes and tries to work out what changed her mind. Is she lulling him into a false sense of security? His stomach drops at the thought, but he soon pushes it away, his mom isn’t that kind of person. He’s got to play it cool, he can’t let slip that he and Jensen have already seen each other, otherwise Carol might put a stop to it before it really begins. He follows his mom out back as she goes to fill the ice buckets and hovers until she looks at him. He can’t quite place the look in her eyes, some nervousness, definitely sadness, and something else.
He steps forward and pulls her into a tight hug, “Thank you, mom.”
She says nothing but hugs him back just as tight, pressing a kiss to his forehead before she heads back to work.
Colin climbs the stairs two at a time, a smile on his face and a warm feeling in his chest. He knows that his mom’s struggling, but she’s making an effort and for now, that’s the best he can ask for.
Chapter 15
Kink: UNDERAGE (Colin is 15 in this fic)
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A/N: This is the chapter that some of you have been waiting for, 90% porn with a sprinkle of plot! ;)
I hope you enjoy it!
[Read more]Chapter 14
Jensen is sure, absolutely sure that he wants to do all kinds of dirty, filthy things to Colin. He thinks now that he was subconsciously sure all those months ago when he was jerking off to fantasies of the teen, though he doesn’t have the same feelings of guilt or shame any more. He maybe should, but he doesn’t. He’s spent the past six weeks trying to tell himself that it’s just a crush and he’ll get over it...eventually. He rationalised that he was being reckless by jumping into a new relationship so soon after splitting up with Jared, then his brain reminded him that he’d also told Colin that he needed time to get his head around it, so was it really all that reckless? There were days he told himself that there was the probability of Carol castrating him, and calling the cops…both very valid reasons to stay away from Colin, for everyone’s sake.
Drunk and sober these arguments swam through Jensen’s head, day after day, but ultimately they were all outweighed by memories of time he’d spent with Colin. He’d realised straight away after meeting him that they get on well all that time in the bar. They have similar interests, Colin is smart and funny, as well as gorgeous. There was that toe curling blowjob which Jensen kept dreaming of, but most of all, he kept coming back to how it felt just to hold Colin in his arms in the hospital. Jensen was confused and a little scared when he’d woken up there, but Colin being there had made him much calmer with his presence. The bottom line is that he’s realised that he needs Colin, and now he’s accepted that fact there’s no going back for him.
Jensen realises that Colin’s saying his name, looking a little worried, “I asked if you were OK, you kinda spaced out there for a while.”
“Sorry,” he says, stroking Colin’s cheek with his thumb, “I was just thinking how awful the last few weeks have been,” he looks straight into those soulful blue eyes, “I can’t go through that again.”
Colin smiles and pulls Jensen towards him, kissing him slow and deep. It fills Jensen with a heat he usually associates with fast, dirty kisses filled with promises of much more and knows he’s not going to last long; so he’s going to make this about Colin as much as possible. His dick throbs as he tilts his hips and presses his body closer to the teen’s lithe form. He reaches around and palms one of Colin’s ass cheeks, it fits perfectly in his hand and he squeezes and kneads it as he pulls them closer still. He can feel Colin’s cock burning hot against his and rolls his hips gently to give them both a little more friction. He swirls his tongue around Colin’s own and runs his other hand from the base of the teen’s skull, down his neck, collarbone and further, down to his nipple. He’s not forgotten how Colin reacted to having his nipples played with when they were together in the bar, and now he has the chance to see just how much pleasure he can bring the teen.
He takes Colin’s pebbled nub between thumb and forefinger, very gently squeezing and teasing. Colin groans into his mouth and Jensen swallows it down before pulling back and peppering kisses down the same path his fingers took only moments ago. He bends down and licks over Colin’s other nipple, swirling his tongue around it until it peaks before sucking on it. The moans coming from Colin’s mouth are addictive and Jensen has trouble tearing himself away to look at his face, but he needs to see. A sense of pride runs through him as he sees Colin’s head tipped back in pleasure, his cheeks are flushed and he’s biting his bottom lip. “Don’t keep quiet, I want to hear you.”
Colin opens his mouth to speak but Jensen cuts him off with a kiss, relishing the heat coming off the teen’s lips, their smooth, swollen texture. Colin’s hands scrabble at Jensen’s shoulders and back, pushing him away slightly. He angles his hips back and away from Jensen, opening his eyes slowly to focus on the man, “I need to touch you,” he says, his breathy voice barely audible over the pounding water from the shower.
Jensen shakes his head, “Not yet,” he returns to Colin’s nipples, mouth alternating between them as he brings his hands up to the boy’s waist, slipping one around his burning shaft. Colin cries out and he’s trembling in Jensen’s arms now…it’s perfect, and Jensen needs more. He re-arranges his grip on Colin’s cock, holding it loosely, applying only a light pressure as he slides his hand up and down from base to tip. Colin grips his shoulders tighter, nails digging into flesh, but the older man couldn’t give a shit right now. Gradually he tightens his grip on Colin’s dick, feeling the slick pre-come leaking out as he gently thumbs over the head, loving the whimper Colin lets out as he does. He gives both nipples a hard suck and nips slightly before pulling back to admire his handiwork. Both are red, swollen and sensitive. He can’t resist brushing a thumb over one, his own cock throbbing at the moan that slips from Colin’s lips.
Reluctantly he takes a step back, putting some more room between their bodies. Jensen can feel the sweat pooling in the hollow of his neck and on his back, tickling his sensitive skin as it rolls down and gets washed away by the shower spray. He reaches up and angles the shower towards the wall and immediately he can better hear Colin’s moans. It’s not enough, he wants more, wants to hear Colin come apart, he needs to hear the sounds he makes when he comes. Jensen was too close to his own orgasm to hear Colin in the bar, so he has to make up for that now.
Colin’s arms tighten around his neck and pull him into another hot, wet and messy kiss. He loosens his grip with one arm and trails a hand down Jensen’s chest, tugging on a nipple and making him moan. Colin pulls away with a loud smack and raises and eyebrow at Jensen, a sly smile on his face, “Not just me then?”
Jensen is about to answer but any words he was about to form turn into a choked moan as Colin’s fingers wrap around his aching, neglected cock. He drops his head forward onto Colin’s collar bone and looks down at their hands. They fall into a matching rhythm and the sight of Colin’s purpling, leaking cock poking through his fist is almost too much. He stills the teen’s hand on his own cock, with great difficulty. He wants to come, no doubt about it, but not until he’s taken Colin apart.
His lover lets out a disappointed sound which quickly turns to a whimper as Jensen drops to his knees and sucks the head of Colin’s cock into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around, collecting the taste of him before his lowers his head, taking half of him in. He hears a faint, “Oh shit, Jensen!” from above but can’t bring himself to look up. Right now, his only goal in life is to make Colin come. He tightens his lips around the shaft and sinks down further, wrapping one hand around the remainder of the teen’s long length, then reaching and cupping and gently squeezing swollen, heavy balls with the other. Colin’s hips buck, pushing his cock further into Jensen’s mouth. It glides over his tongue, the heat and the heavy weight of it making Jensen’s own dick throb more. He wants to stroke himself but he doesn’t have a free hand and refuses to give up on his mission.
Above him, Colin is pushing on his shoulder, “Jen…so close,” he pants, a pained look on his face. Jensen wants to finish him with his mouth but he needs to see as well as hear Colin come. He pulls his mouth off and wraps his hand around Colin again, the skin so hot against his palm he wonders how Colin can stand the heat. He leans in and presses kisses to Colin’s hip before nipping lightly, as he increases the pace of his hand. Colin is working his hips frantically now, pushing into Jensen’s grip. Grunts and moans are falling from his lips and they both know he won’t last much longer, “Let me touch you, please, Jen, please, before it’s too late,” Jensen can hear the strain in Colin’s voices, knows he’s holding back despite how close he is. Pre-come dribbles over his fingers, warm and slippery, and Jensen can feel his own cock throb again in response, the same wet feeling dribbling down his shaft and balls.
Colin sounds pained now, “Jen, please,” a delicious gasp interrupts him, “please, please, please!” he begs, and Jensen has to let go of Colin’s balls and grab the base of his dick, squeezing hard to stop himself from coming at the sound of it.
“God, Colin, you beg so pretty” Jensen pants, squeezing himself so tight it almost hurts, “gonna make you do that more…lots more, but I need you to come for me now, OK?”
The teen shakes his head, letting out a whimper, “Wanna…touch,” his cock swells in Jensen’s hand, jerking violently, “Nngh, Jen,” he shouts, his face scrunched tight before going slack as ropes of come burst out violently, hitting Jensen in the chest and dripping down onto his stomach. He carefully lets go of Colin and watches as he sinks to his ass, his shaky legs no longer able to hold him up. He’s gasping for breath, his face, neck and chest bright red and covered in sweat. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at Jensen. He looks punch drunk, a huge dopey grin on his face and it’s one of the most simultaneously beautiful, and arousing sights Jensen’s ever seen.
He has a new mission now, he needs to come, before his dick falls off. It’s so hard it hurts, and now, with a floppy, pliant and happy Colin in front of him, with the teen’s come running down his body, Jensen feels the urge to mark Colin as his in return. He straddles the teen, pulling his head up for a kiss that’s more tongue than lips, but the heat coming from Colin’s mouth is addictive. Jensen can’t get enough of it, or the flavour of the boy. Each swipe of the wet muscle sends Jensen’s body temperature up a notch, and he blindly reaches out for Colin’s hand, wrapping it around his aching cock. He covers Colin’s hand with his own, linking their fingers and pumping harder and faster than he has in a long, long time. Colin squeezes, rhythmically at he pulls, causing Jensen’s hips to jerk forward. He tears himself away from Colin’s mouth and works their hands even faster, grunting, pumping his hips, desperately chasing what’s going to be a mindblowing orgasm.
Colin’s raspy, breathu voice is what tips him over the edge, “Come for me, Jen, come all over me, make me yours,” which is exactly what Jensen does. Blood is pounding in his ears, his chest tight from the exertion and not being able to draw in enough breath, yet all at once, he screams in both pleasure and pain as he comes so hard his balls ache. Through half closed eyes he watches as the first pulse of his come splatters over Colin’s stomach. With the little energy he has left, he angles his hips so that the rest hit Colin’s nipples, the heat and force of it causing the teen to gasp and moan.
His legs are jelly and he just manages to move to the side before he collapses next to Colin on the floor. As he tries to get his breathing under control, Jensen feels Colin’s hot, sweaty hand slide over his. He turns his palm over so that they can link their fingers properly, and squeezes. Colin rests his head on Jensen’s shoulder, his hot breath making his sweaty skin tingle. They stay like that until eventually Colin stands up, not releasing his grip on Jensen’s hand, and looks at him sadly, “I wish I could stay,” he rests his forehead against Jensen’s and the older man wraps his arm around him, pulling Colin’s slim frame closer, running his fingers through the hair at the base of his scalp.
“Me too” Jensen whispers.
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Chris arrives back at his apartment and opens and shuts the door loudly, announcing his presence. He’s relieved to see that Jensen and Colin are both clothed - he’s under no illusion that they’d be able to keep their hands off each other for long, he just didn’t want to walk in on them doing anything that might scar him for life.
Colin gives him a resigned look, “Time to go?”
Chris looks at Jensen, who’s holding on to Colin’s hand for dear life, and hates that he’s the one to separate them, but it has to be done, “’fraid so. I’ll wait in the truck, but we gotta hurry. Robbie will be on break in twenty minutes and we need to get you inside while he goes out for a smoke.”
He sees Jensen frown, “Who’s Robbie?” he asks, looking between Chris and Colin.
“New guy mom hired,” Colin shrugs, “…and Chris’ spy by the sound of it.”
Chris shrugs, “He spends more time gossiping than tending bar from what I hear, I just happened to let him think I have a crush on your mom and wanted to know when she’d be working, tonight.”
“Eww, gross!” Colin says, pulling a face, “I don’t need to hear that!”
Jensen chuckles, then smiles as he brushes hair back from Colin’s face. Colin tilts his head to give him better access, and Chris thinks if the boy was a cat, he’d be purring loudly. Chris flicks his eyes back to Jensen, the smile reaches all the way to his eyes, crinkling them at the corners. It’s a long time since he’s seen his friend like that. It makes his heart ache that he doesn’t know when Jensen will see Colin again. He knows one thing, though…despite his reservations and his discomfort at such a significant age difference, he’s now fairly sure that the two of them can make it work, somehow.
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Colin waits in Chris’ truck until the coast is clear. He sees Robbie disappear around the back of the building with a cigarette in his mouth and makes a dash for the side door, the private entrance to their apartment. His heart thumps in his chest from fear at getting caught, and also the thrill of having been able to see Jensen. He listens carefully as he walks up the stairs - Carol’s car wasn’t out front, but he still feels nervous, like somehow she might be home and catch him sneaking in. He doesn’t hear anything, and finds the apartment blessedly empty.
He throws his bag into the corner of the room and flops face down onto his bed. He’s so tired, but in a good way. He still feels a slight floating sensation from the sex they had, and feels the nervous tension of not seeing Jensen for all those weeks, draining out of him.
He lazily runs scenarios through his head of how he can get through to his mom see that despite what she thinks at the moment, Jensen is in no way manipulating him. He’ll make her see that although it’s an unorthodox relationship, it doesn’t make it any less valid than if they were the same age. He feels himself falling asleep with the words on his tongue and hope he can remember them when he wakes.
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The Saturday evening crowd is starting to pour into Ford’s and Carol’s expecting it to be a busy one. She’s had two staff call in sick so it just leaves her and the new guy, Robbie, to work the bar. He’s gorgeous and a huge draw for the customers, but he’s only been there a couple of weeks and still learning the ropes. She’s going to have her work cut out, that’s for sure. He’s broken seven glasses so far today and managed to spill a full jug of beer over a customer. She didn’t think her day could get worse until she looks up and sees Chris walking towards her with a determined look.
“Shit, this is all I need!” she mumbles under her breath.
“Can we talk?”
She gestures with her arms to the bar which is getting busier, “This isn’t the best time, Chris,” she says with sarcasm in her voice.
Chris shakes his head, “I know, but it’s important and beneficial for us both.”
She sighs and nods towards the door leading through to the office, “Talk quick,” she says as soon as they’re both in the small room.
“How’s Colin doing?” Chris asks, which takes her by surprise a little.
“He’s…terrible,” she says, truthfully, “why?”
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Colin thinks he must be imagining things when his mom calls him downstairs and he sees Chris standing there with her, then he immediately goes into panic mode, “Is Jensen alright?” he asks with an uneven voice, racing down the stairs. Chris’ face is grim and it does nothing to calm his fears.
“He’s been better,” Chris says, glancing at Carol from the corner of his eye, “Your mom and I have talked and she’s agreed to let you see him for a couple of hours after school next week.”
Colin feels his eyes bulge as he looks at his mom, his heart pounding, “W-w-what?” he stutters, “is this a joke, because…”
Carol’s face is pinched as she replies, “It’s not a joke, two hours,” she air jabs a finger at him, “here, in public, where I can keep an eye on you. That’s non-negotiable. I’m not happy about it but…” she has tears in her eyes and Colin’s chest tightens, “I can’t stand seeing you like this,” she steps up to him and looks him straight in the eye, “if he hurts you in any way, I will make sure he suffers, am I making myself understood?”
Colin is taken aback at the conviction in her voice, and he has no doubt whatsoever that she means every word about making Jensen suffer. He doesn’t dare think about what that could entail, but all he can think about right now is that he’s going to see Jensen, and that’s all that matters.
He follows them both out of the bar and catches Chris by the arm, “What? How?” he says, unable to think of anything more coherent.
Chris looks at him for a long time before speaking, “The last few days, I thought Jen would be better since he saw you but he’s…” he rubs a hand over his stubble, possibly searching for the right words, “it’s like you’re a drug and now he’s had a fix, he’s addicted. He’s on edge, even grumpier than before and, hell, I don’t know, just a total pain in the ass!”
Colin frowns, he’s been experiencing weird moods himself. He’s missing Jensen even more now, two hours wasn’t enough time, so he can understand why his lover would be feeling the same. Colin’s also been on a high from their time together, which he’s obviously had to hide from everyone, especially his mom. He’s been acting more love sick than strictly necessary so that she doesn’t suspect anything and now he feels a little guilty that he pulled it off well enough to make Carol relent.
“I can’t get involved any more, though, you get that, right?” Chris says, earnestly.
Colin nods, “Thanks, man, I really appreciate what you’ve done,” he looks around making sure his mom is occupied, “could you tell him I miss him, and he needs to stop being a pain in your ass?”
Chris laughs, “I can tell him but that boy has been a pain in my ass since the day I met him!”
Colin’s mouth runs away with him, “Well hopefully one day soon, he’ll be a pain in my ass!” At Chris’ shocked look, he freezes as he realises what he’s said, then breaks into a fit of giggles. They sounds bubble up from the middle of his chest and shake his whole body. Chris is looking at him like he just grew a second head, and takes a few steps back.
“Please don’t say anything like that again, there’s not enough whiskey in the world to wipe that image from my mind!”
“Sorry,” Colin says when he’s caught his breath, the ache in his stomach a welcome feeling, somehow. Chris raises an eyebrow in a ‘Yeah, right!’ gesture, and Colin just grins at him.
After Chris leaves, Colin watches his mom for a couple of minutes and tries to work out what changed her mind. Is she lulling him into a false sense of security? His stomach drops at the thought, but he soon pushes it away, his mom isn’t that kind of person. He’s got to play it cool, he can’t let slip that he and Jensen have already seen each other, otherwise Carol might put a stop to it before it really begins. He follows his mom out back as she goes to fill the ice buckets and hovers until she looks at him. He can’t quite place the look in her eyes, some nervousness, definitely sadness, and something else.
He steps forward and pulls her into a tight hug, “Thank you, mom.”
She says nothing but hugs him back just as tight, pressing a kiss to his forehead before she heads back to work.
Colin climbs the stairs two at a time, a smile on his face and a warm feeling in his chest. He knows that his mom’s struggling, but she’s making an effort and for now, that’s the best he can ask for.
Chapter 15